Bucky smooths his hand down between them so he can grip at the hard shaft pressed against him; Steve’s so rock-hard that he doesn’t know how he’s holding back. He pumps him, nice and firm, wrist twisting just a little as he swipes his thumb along the rosy head.
A tiny thread of tension had started to sneak in anyway at the foreign sensation, but it bleeds right back out as Steve answers. Bucky’s body relaxes, welcomes Steve in deeper as Bucky’s caught between a gasp and a laugh that’s a little relieved. A little selfish even, ‘cause it means he hasn’t fooled around with anyone else.
“Research! Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Bucky husks out a laugh, tinged with arousal; God, that’s hot. Steve toying with himself, seeing how long he’d last or how quick he could sneak one in before someone caught him. Maybe even did this back home, while Bucky was out. "Nice to know neither of us are down for the count."
Bucky can’t remember the last time he had Steve to himself. People actually noticed Steve after Rebirth, even before he became a real Cap. And with the Commandos formed, Steve’s busy answering to the brass and the rest of his dance card is filled with obligations to the missions and the unit. Besides, it’s not the best kinda look when he and Captain Rogers are friends; there’s been rumblings here and there it’s favoritism, so Bucky’s careful to keep it mostly professional when they’re in camp. Just feels a little like what they had back home was dead and buried.
Now Steve’s voice is pitched low between them with a husky, deep chuckle like it’s a secret just for the two of them, and a part of Bucky’s heart sings as he smiles back up at Steve… even though Bucky can’t help the feeling this is like a last hurrah for him, before he goes back to the War waiting to put him six-feet under. But at least I got this, Bucky thinks, as he rocks gently on Steve’s finger and presses kiss after kiss, his mouth going slack on a whisper of a gasp when Steve slowly nudges in another finger and leaves little nips down along his throat. He goes in easier this time, stretching him open even more while Bucky curls his knee up against him to open himself up for Steve even more, as if in silent offering.
Bucky’s hand sinks lower to curl gently around Steve’s balls, massaging them as he traces his lips along Steve’s jaw. “You’re never gonna hurt me, pal. I followed you everywhere, even back into the War. I trust you.”
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Date: 2022-05-04 04:13 am (UTC)A tiny thread of tension had started to sneak in anyway at the foreign sensation, but it bleeds right back out as Steve answers. Bucky’s body relaxes, welcomes Steve in deeper as Bucky’s caught between a gasp and a laugh that’s a little relieved. A little selfish even, ‘cause it means he hasn’t fooled around with anyone else.
“Research! Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Bucky husks out a laugh, tinged with arousal; God, that’s hot. Steve toying with himself, seeing how long he’d last or how quick he could sneak one in before someone caught him. Maybe even did this back home, while Bucky was out. "Nice to know neither of us are down for the count."
Bucky can’t remember the last time he had Steve to himself. People actually noticed Steve after Rebirth, even before he became a real Cap. And with the Commandos formed, Steve’s busy answering to the brass and the rest of his dance card is filled with obligations to the missions and the unit. Besides, it’s not the best kinda look when he and Captain Rogers are friends; there’s been rumblings here and there it’s favoritism, so Bucky’s careful to keep it mostly professional when they’re in camp. Just feels a little like what they had back home was dead and buried.
Now Steve’s voice is pitched low between them with a husky, deep chuckle like it’s a secret just for the two of them, and a part of Bucky’s heart sings as he smiles back up at Steve… even though Bucky can’t help the feeling this is like a last hurrah for him, before he goes back to the War waiting to put him six-feet under. But at least I got this, Bucky thinks, as he rocks gently on Steve’s finger and presses kiss after kiss, his mouth going slack on a whisper of a gasp when Steve slowly nudges in another finger and leaves little nips down along his throat. He goes in easier this time, stretching him open even more while Bucky curls his knee up against him to open himself up for Steve even more, as if in silent offering.
Bucky’s hand sinks lower to curl gently around Steve’s balls, massaging them as he traces his lips along Steve’s jaw. “You’re never gonna hurt me, pal. I followed you everywhere, even back into the War. I trust you.”